Chapter 9: Awkward Encounters

Lost-In-The-Forest and her group had made it through Helgen, fighting several bandits along the way. Again, Meris' stealth and archery skills had proven very useful. For a mage, Lost-In-The-Forest was fairly talented with a blade. It was a bound blade, but a blade nonetheless. She wasn't a master swordsman, but she could handle herself. She wasn't as talented with a blade as Sparkticus, but she could hold her own against most enemies. After the fighting was through, the trio left Helgen. Unfortunately, Lost-In-The-Forest took a wrong turn and was separated from her companions. After about an hour of searching, the Argonian Conjurer realized that she was quite lost. Suddenly, a roar sounded in the sky. Lost-In-The-Forest looked off into the distance to see not one, but two dragons flying in her direction. They were so fast! They quickly spotted her and landed, one in front of her and one behind. Oh gods. She was doomed. One of the dragons opened its mouth and was about to Shout, but the other dragon, who was slightly smaller, said something to the larger dragon in dragon-tongue. The smaller dragon then nodded his head in a manner that indicated that he was saying something about Lost-In-The-Forest's rather large breasts. Immediately after the smaller dragon had finished speaking, the larger dragon quickly backed away and took off, seemingly afraid of her. The smaller dragon took off and fled as well, leaving behind a rather puzzled Lost-In-The-Forest. However, she was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She quickly cast a Clairvoyance spell and followed the path to Riverwood, where she located her companions at the local tavern. Taking a seat next to Sparkticus, whom everyone else seemed to want to avoid, the Argonian said, "You would not believe what happened to me a while ago."

"What is it this time, Mortal?" Sparkticus asked.

"I was ambushed by two dragons!" Lost-In-The-Forest exclaimed.

"Two?" Meris blurted. "How are you still alive?"

"Well, the strangest thing happened." the Argonian replied. "They started talking and then they seemed almost scared of me. They flew off in a hurry and I headed here, to Riverwood."

"That's difficult to believe." Meris said skeptically.

"I know it sounds crazy." Lost-In-The-Forest said. "It did happen, though. I'm not sure why."

Sparkticus scoffed and said, "Dragons are odd."

"Anyway," Lost-In-The-Forest said, changing the subject, "We have to head to Whiterun. I recieved a letter from Farengar Secret-Fire. It was, ah, interesting."

"It wasn't a love letter, was it?" Sparkticus snarked. "Whiterun's court wizard might be pining after you, perhaps?"

"Of course not!" Lost-In-The-Forest scoffed. "My mother raised me to not lead men on like that. We're going to meet to discuss his rather fascinating research."

"Well, let's get going, then." Meris said with a grin. "I've heard that the weapons vendor at Whiterun has a rather impressive selection of blades and I'd like to see if I can get better daggers."

"How are you going to get the money for that?" Lost-In-The-Forest asked.

"Same way I got your money." Meris answered with a shrug.

"If you get caught stealing, I'm not bailing you out." the Argonian deadpanned. "I don't want to enable a common thief."

The Bosmer woman shot the Conjurer a mischievous grin. "Why, Lost-In-The-Forest," Meris said playfully, "I'm not a common thief. I'm an exceptional thief."

"No stealing!" Lost-In-The-Forest said harshly. "We'll deal with the money situation when we get to Whiterun."

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Several hours later, the trio finally arrived at Whiterun. Once they had entered the city, Lost-In-The-Forest took her money pouch out. She counted out some money before handing it to Meris. "Here." the Argonian said. "This is some spending money. It should get you something."

"How generous of you." Meris deadpanned.

"Quite." Lost-In-The-Forest replied. She glanced off into the distance and said, "Well, I'm off to see Farengar"

She then turned face Sparkticus and Meris and said, "You two, stay out of trouble."

The Dremora and the Bosmer gave the Argonian their most innocent looks. Lost-In-The-Forest scoffed before heading off. Once the Conjurer was out of sight, Sparkticus turned to face Meris. His lips split into a vicious grin- the only type of grin he was capable of- and he said, "Feel like killing some time, Bosmer?"

"What did you have in mind?" Meris said, smirking. "Thievery? Drinking? Heading out to brutally kill a few bandits?"

"All three sound fun." Sparkticus replied. He then leaned down, having to practically bend over so his seven-foot frame could reach the 5'3" Wood Elf's ear. "I was thinking of something a bit more... physical."

"Ooh, do tell." Meris purred.

"I was thinking," Sparkticus said, then grabbing Meris' ass and pulling her flush against him, "that we should spend a few hours engaging in sins of the flesh."

"Ooh, that's one of my favorite sins." Meris said with a salacious grin.

"Come, then." the Dremora growled lustfully. "Let's find a place where we won't be bothered and our sounds of passion won't be heard, just in case your muffling spell fails."

"Indeed." the Bosmer woman said, still grinning. "It wouldn't do for people to hear my loud moans."

"Oh, I'm going to make you do more than just moan, Meris." Sparkticus purred. "I'm going to make you scream."

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After a bit of searching, Sparkticus and Meris located a sufficiently large tent. Once they had entered the tent, the thief reached into her Magicka and drew forth a spell. It covered the entire area of the tent, preventing any sound made within the structure from escaping. The two then began to disrobe. As he was taking off his armor, Sparkticus commented, "I've noticed something. Meris is a rather odd name for a Wood Elf, is it not?"

"It's not a Bosmer name." Meris admitted.

"How did you come to get that name?" Sparkticus inquired.

"I grew up in an orphanage." Meris replied. "The woman who ran the orphanage couldn't think of a name for me, so she named me for being mer. Because 'Is mer' didn't sound right, she named me 'Mer is.' That's how I got the name Meris."

"Let me guess: 'Is elf' was already taken." Sparkticus snarked.

"Yep." Meris replied, finishing her sentance with a pop. "Iself was a Dunmer boy, just two years older than I."

By the time Sparkticus had his armor and shirt off, Meris was also out of her armor and was only dressed in tight breeches, which gave him a fantastic view of her ass. Her breast band was off breasts were bared for him to enjoy. They were small, but beautifully so. She had the ideal breast to nipple ratio. Sparkticus could feel himself salivating. Of course, first thing came first. He slipped off his own breeches, revealing that he wasn't wearing any undergarments. "Come." the Dremora said with a dark chuckle. "Show me that your hands are good for more than just thievery."

Meris grinned at Sparkticus and crouched down so she was at eye level with his quite large manhood. She took him in her hands. She started out with gentle strokes, teasing him, coaxing him to hardness. Once he was fully erect, she gripped him tightly, just as he liked. She began to pump his manhood in her hands, gazing up at him with her dark doe eyes. He was breathing a bit harder. She took one hand off of his penis momentarily before bringing it back to the organ and lightly pinching it. The Dremora let out a moan. Meris grabbed Sparkticus' hard length with both hands one more, tugging and stroking it with increasing vigorousness until she was beating the living daylights out of his cock. He was grunting and growling, a clear sign that she was doing a good job. She could tell that he was gettiing close by the sounds he was making. Suddenly, he grabbed her hands, ceasing her movements on his penis. Sparkticus hauled Meris to her feet. He seized her wrists in a large, strong hand and restrained her arms above her head. He then bent down and crashed his lips down on hers in an almost brutal kiss. In addition to being a kiss, it was a battle for dominance. There was also some biting of each other's lips. Harsh, biting kisses. Finally, Sparkticus thrust his tongue into Meris' mouth, thorougly enjoying it and savoring her unique taste. Meris, of course, was enjoying it as well. When Sparkticus semi-gently bit her lower lip, the Bosmer woman let out a purely lustful moan. As the Dremora trailed rough kisses down the thief's neck, almost certainly leaving behind large love bites, he used his free hand to cup one of Meris' breasts. With a rough, calloused hand and roughly massaged the breast. He rather liked the thief's breasts. He preferred them over large breasts. Meris' petite breasts fit perfectly into the palm of his hand.

After a bit more teasing, Meris began to squirm. Sparkitcus flashed her a rogueish grin before lightly biting down on her shoulder. She squirmed again, frustrated at the torment that the Dremora was putting her through. Eventually, he released her wrists and lowered her to the ground. He grasped her by the waistband of her trousers and simultaneously pulled down her trousers and her undergarments. Meris spread her legs and smirked at Sparkticus. As he gazed at her moist, glossy sex, he could feel himself salivating. The Bosmer woman chuckled and said, "All right, Dremora. How about you show me if that mouth is good for more than threats and sarcasm?"

That was an interesting idea. Meris had pleasured Sparkticus with her mouth before, but he had never thought to return the favor. Now that the idea had been proposed to him, he rather looked forward to finding out how she tasted. The Dremora chuckled and said, "Interesting idea. I accept your challenge."

With that said, Sparkticus grasped Meris by the thighs and lowered his face to the thief's womanhood. He inhaled deeply, savoring the potent scent of her arousal. He let out a lustful growl and said, "Do you have any idea, thief, how delicious you smell?"

Meris chuckled and said, "Well, if you say that I smell delicious, there's a change that I- ooh!"

The Bosmer woman's comment was cut short when the Dremora lowered his face to her sex and dragged his tongue over it. When she murmured, "Oh, yes please!" he let out a chuckle and returned to slowly lapping at her. He shot a subtle glance at her and saw that she was panting quietly and had covered her face with an arm. That wouldn't do. In a deep, silky voice, Sparkticus firmly said, "Don't look away from me, Meris. See what your request has wrought."

Meris moved her arm and looked down at Sparkticus. Her brown eyes met his black ones. He let out a wolfish grin before running his tongue across her sex once more. She let out a soft gasp. That wouldn't do. He readjusted his position and lapped at the Bosmer woman's clitoris. She let out a gasp and reached down to grip the Dremora's ebony hair. Sparkticus then brought his lips to her clitoris and sucked slightly. Meris moaned loudly. The Dremora then released one of her thighs and slipped a finger into the thief. Had his mouth not been preoccupied, he would have grinned. She was absolutely soaked. She easily took the digit in. Though he knew that Meris, like himself, enjoyed rough sex, he still knew that he had to prepare her for his rather impressive length. He pulled his finger out before plunging it back in, savoring the sounds that the theif was making. After she had loosened up a little, he withdrew and slid another finger in. He heard that the Bosmer was panting softly, having quieted down a bit. He gave her clitoris a lick and she gasped loudly. He continued to finger her with two digits until she had loosened up even more and was wetter than ever. It was time. The Dremora took his manhood in his hand and leaned his body over Meris. The thief panted, "Do your worst, Dremora."

Sparkticus chuckled and said, "I doubt you could handle my worst, Bosmer."

Meris rolled her eyes and said, "Just fuck me, you idiot."

The Dremora grinned and said, "As you wish."

He aligned himself with her womanhood before carefully sliding in. He went in easily, a testiment to how ready she was for him. Oblivion, he could smell how much she wanted him. He pulled out carefully before making an experimental thrust. Slowly, he thrust in and out of her, intent on teasing her a bit before he got to the main event. Meris reached up and gripped him by the hair, tugging on it and pulling his hair out of the tail he had it tied back in. He chuckled and said, "Getting frustrated?"

"I said to fuck me, now fuck me." Meris replied breathily.

"So impatient." Sparkticus clucked.

Meris was about to reply but was interrupted when the Dremora pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. He quickly built it up until he was pistoning rapidly in and out of her. When he pulled out all the way again, the theif groaned. Seizing the Bosmer woman by the hips, Sparkticus flipped her so she was on her hands and knees before slamming back into her. He began a brutal rhythem, wringing out harsh cries of pleasure from Meris. Leaning over her body, Sparkticus demanded, "Say it, Bosmer. Shout to the world the name of the one who fucks you."

Meris gripped the bedroll and whimpered his name. Seizing her hips so hard that it would certainly leave bruises later, Sparkticus snarled, "Again!"

"Ah- ah- Sparkticus!" the thief cried out, though no one outside the tent would hear her because of the muffling spell she had cast earlier.

Meris lunged forward, pulling herself off of Sparkticus. She rolled over before grasping his shoulders tightly and pushing him, a clear signal to the Dremora that she wanted to be on top. He was too heavy for her to budge, but he still quite eagerly rolled over. Once Sparkticus was on his back, Meris impaled herself on him once more. She lifted herself almost entirely off of his cock before slamming down again. She took control, moaning loudly as she rode him. After a while of this, Sparkticus seized Meris by the hips and began to thrust up into her, hard. Meris, of course, met his every movement. As he dug his fingers into his hips, she brought her hands onto his chest and dug her nails into his pectorals. The Dremora let out a sound that was half growl, half moan. He sat up, still holding Meris onto him and began thrusting up into her again. The thief flung her arms around Sparkticus, clawing at his back as he hammered into her. Her nails left bloody streaks behind, which only succeeded in exciting the Dremora more. He was snarling loudly and she was just as loud as he was. Eventually, he felt the telltale clenching of her inner muscles that showed that Meris was close. Sparkticus gripped the Bosmer woman's hips and thrust up into her harder and faster than ever, intent on bringing her to completion. His desire came to fruition when, with a final thrust, Meris climaxed with a scream, digging her nails into Sparkticus' back. That was enough to bring him to completion as well. He let out a loud, growling moan and spilled himself into her.

The two sat there, still joined as they caught their breath. Once they were sufficiently recovered, Sparkticus lowered his mouth to Meris' and gaver her a long, languid kiss. They basked in the afterglow, completely content. That was, until a voice shouted, "By Talos, what is this abomination? Guards! Guards!"

Sparkticus looked over Meris' shoulder to see the proselytizer who annoyed people of all races. And he was calling the guards. When the guards arrived seconds later, the Dremora let out an irritated sigh and said, "Fuck."

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Rosette and Shame were both in the same cell. The Altmer priest sat in the corner, quietly praying and meditating. His prayers were interrupted by a whimper coming from the Imperial girl, who was currently asleep on the bedroll. "No." She whimpred. "Don't!"

She couldn't lay still in her sleep, it seemed. Shame was deeply concerned. After a few more minutes of whimpering in her sleep, Rosette sat up with a cry of terror. She was trembling, tears running down her face. "Rosette, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Rosette replied shakily. "It was just a bad dream, Edrian."

"It looked like more than a bad dream." Shame pointed out.

The Imperial let out a deep sigh and admitted, "I was dreaming of Helgen. There was roaring and fire everywhere. So much death. So much death."

Shame looked at her with great sympathy and gently said, "I'm so sorry, Rosette."

Rosette swallowed audibly, appearing as if she was thinking something over. "Edrian?" she said softly.

"What is it, Rosette?" He replied.

"Can I sit with you?" She asked.

"Of course." Shame said, patting the spot next to him.

"No, um, what I mean is," Rosette said nervously, "will you hold me?"

Shame thought about it for a moment. She was frightened and if this was the only way to calm her down, he would do it. Besides, he owed her this for abandoning her. Slowly, the Altmer nodded. Rosette smiled awkwardly. She stood up and made her way over to him before sitting down in his lap and leaning against his chest. Shame brought his hand to the Dragonborn and gently stroked her brown hair. Slowly, Rosette's trembling began to subside. She let out a sigh and looked up at him with those huge doe eyes of hers. She let out a deep breath before bringing her face up to Shame's, intent on pressing her lips to his. Once Shame realized her intent, he gently pushed her away, though he still allowed her to sit on his lap. "Edrian?" Rosette questioned softly, somewhat puzzled.

"Don't." Shame said gently.

Rosette looked away and murmured, "Sorry."

Shame smiled at her and took her head in his hands. He then placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "That's the only kiss that will happen here, Rosette." the Altmer said with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry." Rosette said quietly. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"You were afraid and you sought comfort." Shame replied. "It's completely understandable."

"Right." Rosette said. She paused before asking, "Is it all right if I stay here?"

"Stay as long as you need." Shame replied, taking her in his arms.

Rosette sighed contently into the priest's chest. Something truly rare was happening. This rare thing was that, for once in a long time, she felt truly safe. Suddenly, there was a loud, metallic noise as the door of the cell next to them was wrenched open. Two people were flung into the cell next to Rosette and Shame and the door was flung shut behind them. The Imperial and the Altmer looked over to see that the pair was a Dremora and a young Bosmer woman. The Wood Elf was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, though she was barefoot. Also barefoot was the Dremora, who was shirtless and only clad in a pair of breeches. "What in Oblivian-" Rosette began, but the Dremora spoke up.

"Imperial, you have no idea."